She claims that her fantasy is so powerful that she craves it. She longs for it to be real. Not some make believe, but real enough for her to feel the...emotions.Renea has no way of knowing the Author is planning any of this. She goes to bed still horny and wet from the discussion, rubbing herself. The next morning, as she checks her email, she finds something that makes her heart race. It is a letter from the State of Tennessee, detailing everything. Her name, how long she has been in the state,. ."something just touched my bottom ". She spun round and we saw a finger retreating from a hole in the partition wall, a hole we hadn't noticed. I carefully peered thru, and noticed a red shirt. It was the boy we had passed a while ago. I whispered in her ear who it was. She smiled and mouthed "really? I just smiled back. To my joy she faced the hole and took a step closer with me still holding her skirt up. Her panties now 1/2 an inch from the hole. Slowly a finger appeared and started. The limos carried us to Los Pinos, the president’s official residence. There was the usual niceties and media orgy on the steps, the round of usual handshakes. I was surprised that Juan Pedro Garcia was with the official group.I surprised Andy by calling him to accompany us inside and to the meeting. He had been standing off to the side with the men as he usually did, keeping a watchful eye over things.Inside the official greetings were repeated with further explanations of what each of our. His olive skin was flushed, and his black eyes shone like wet rocks. He was shirtless, and his skin bore the signs of the day’s fight. Bright red lines crossed his chest and arms, and old scars stood out, white colored, on the skin. Sylvia drank her fill as she shooed the guards away with a flick of her wrist. At last, she was alone with him. He had bathed, and his muscles shone in the dim light. He stood at attention and watched as she slowly approached. Sylvia put hand on Antony’s chest; his.